Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

Chapter 189

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Liam leaned slightly on Mondo’s shoulder, his steps uneven.

Meanwhile, Izzy wrapped her arm around his waist, doing her best to steady him as they led him into the house.

“He’s heavier than he looks,” Mondo muttered under his breath.

“He’s solid muscle,” Izzy replied, adjusting her grip as they made it to the living room. She never thought that one day, she would have to drag a drunk Liam back into their house.

“Right,” Mondo grunted. “Next time he gets drunk at his own launch party, I’m letting someone else carry him.”

Liam said nothing. His head lolled slightly, his eyes half–closed, but he was still conscious–just barely.

“Let’s get him to the bedroom,” Izzy said.

With Mondo’s help, they managed to guide Liam down the hall and into the master bedroom. He collapsed onto the mattress the moment they reached it, landing with a heavy thud. His shoes were still on, his shirt untucked, and his blazer crumpled beneath him.

Mondo exhaled, rolling his shoulders. “You sure you’ve got it from here?”

Izzy nodded. “Yeah. Go home. You’ve done enough.”

“Text me if you need backup,” he said, already stepping out.

“Right… that thing that I told you. Can you please find out what happened?” Izzy asked.

“Will do.”

As soon as she heard the front door close, Izzy turned to Liam, who was now fully passed out.

“Of course,” she muttered to herself, tugging his blazer off. “You sleep now after making everyone babysit you.”

She tossed the blazer aside and loosened his tie. After a few tugs, she managed to get his shoes off, then his socks. He didn’t stir. She sighed. “I should probably clean you up.”

But first, soup.

ingredients quickly–broth, garlic, green onions, soft tofu, and a few spices Liam had sworn by the last time he told her how to cure a hangover. “Strong flavors. Low oil.

pot on the stove, working through the steps as quietly as she could. It would take some time for it to simmer.

returned to the bedroom, Liam was sprawled

down on the edge and began unbuttoning his shirt, careful not to wake him. Once it was off, she grabbed a warm cloth and wiped him

a moment, towel still in hand. His brows were relaxed now, and the lines on his forehead

best she could, then pulled a blanket over his bare torso. The room was quiet except

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look

found out. About the pieces you moved. The people you paid

sharp. “Try it. We’ll

eyes. “Is that a

how you are able to prove

the ten–year–old boy who used to lose sleep over his father’s moods. Not the teenager who

he had always resisted. Even as a kid, Liam never did what was expected just for the sake

was

you now have your company? Your name? Your marriage?” Olivier scoffed. “Let’s make this simple

Liam didn’t speak.

everything,” Olivier said. “What you did. What you covered. How you made sure she found out about Calen and Monica in the worst way

against the edge of the desk. “And then you’ll be alone. All that work, all that planning, and it’ll be

said nothing. He didn’t flinch. He

simply stared at his father.

a breath and stepped closer to

too,” he said. “About how you fed her debts. About how you made sure she owed more money to those backdoor lenders. You knew she would gamble. You let it happen. Then you waited. Until

expression didn’t

it. So Isabella would be forced to carry it. You wanted her desperate. You wanted her vulnerable. You

didn’t stop

that mess with the Weiss Foundation? That sudden leak about misused funds, that convenient timing right when Calen Weiss was starting to rebuild? That was

leave his

back. You thought it was buried deep enough, shuffled through offshore

He smiled, briefly.

“Except me.”

Liam remained still.